Beast of Dreams

by Cynthia Williams

  He ran his hands over her pelvic area, between her legs and around her hips. He moaned as he felt her curvaceous, womanly shape. Quickly, he yanked down on the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down her legs. He pulled them completely off and threw them into the corner. He then carefully spread her legs apart and reached onto the table to grasp one of the lit candles, intending to get a close view of her pussy.

  The light flickered as he held the candle close. With a tentative touch, he pressed the tip of his index finger into the pouty folds of dark pink flesh peeking out through her crease. He remarked at how soft it felt and wondered if she’d feel as soft inside once he slid his cock into her. His hand trembling, he slid the tip of his finger in farther, finding her entrance, and then he slid his finger into her vaginal canal, which felt warm, wet, and puffy. Feeling his cock stiffen into an unbelievable hardness, he reached down and undid the stays of his breechclout, freeing himself from its confines.

  He briefly contemplated raping her now, before she woke up, but decided against it. He stared at her pussy, using one hand to hold the candle near it and the other to stroke the dark red shaft jutting from between his legs. A drop of hot wax fell from the candle and landed on her flesh, near her curls. She didn’t even flinch and he wondered if perhaps he’d given her too much of the potion. Setting the candle back on the table, he got up to search through his bottles of drugs and herbs to find something that would waken her.

  * * * * *

  Sirus felt his gut tighten with fear, his intuition telling him that something horrible was about to happen to Amanda. Reaching over to his ship’s control panel, he entered the codes to ready the shuttle and then altered his ship’s orbit to be over the correct launching longitude and latitude within minutes.

  Night had fallen in the area he was about to land in, so he quickly gathered a pair of night-vision goggles, a first aid kit, and an assortment of weapons, most of which were highly illegal, and plugged a geo-map unit into the computer to gather visuals and other information on the area.

  Before heading into the shuttle, Sirus magnified the ship’s view screen and though he didn’t find evidence of Amanda at the glade, he did find something that looked like the distinct shape of her domed tent only a half kilometer away. His instincts told him she wasn’t there, but that it was a good starting point.

  Sirus jumped into the shuttle’s pilot’s seat and prepared for the rough journey to the planet’s surface. He programmed the shuttle for maximum speed and anticipated a very rough landing but felt he had no choice if he was to get there in time. In any case, his body was able to take the physical stress, unlike that of a standard human.

  Several wolfan children, playing a game of tag in the dark, remarked at the ‘shooting star’ that appeared quite brilliant in the sky just south of the compound.

  The landing was as rough as Sirus anticipated and he hoped that the damage sustained by his craft was minimal. As he opened the shuttle door, he could see the domed tent and, saying a brief prayer, hoped it was not too late. Sliding on his night-vision goggles, he took off running toward the tent.

  To his great surprise, he found a large wolfan male inside the tent, gasping for breath. Though Sirus’s nose was not nearly as sensitive as a wolfan’s, he could detect the faint scents of his niece and another wolfan male. He assumed that they had left a short while ago and if he were to learn more, it would have to be from the wolfan who was lying on the floor, in great medical distress. He’d have to lend assistance to the wolfan before he’d be any help in finding Amanda.

  Sirus ran his hands over the wolfan and examined him as best he could between the sight given him by his night-vision goggles and sense of touch. No wounds seemed apparent but there was a lot of swelling around the wolfan’s genitals, mouth, and face.

  Sirus opened his first aid kit and entered the symptoms into the small keypad inside the top panel. After a moment, a list of possible diagnoses appeared on the small readout. Sirus reviewed them and rejected two of the three as he knew the wolfan was likely too young to be suffering from the ailments. He entered the code for treatment listed next to the ANAPHYLACTIC REACTION reading. The treatment text stated, “Inject two cc’s of oxyandrin into the upper thigh of patient. Recovery time estimated two to ten minutes.” Next to the text was a visual of what the auto-injection vial looked like and the code needed to obtain the vial from the kit’s storage.

  Sirus rapidly entered the code and a vial popped out of the unit’s dispenser. Sirus quickly followed the directions and was happy to see that the wolfan’s breathing eased almost immediately. After a few moments, the wolfan got up and went outside the tent to retch violently. Sirus followed him out and nearly jumped when the wolfan grabbed him by the front of his vest and said, “Where the hell’s my woman?”

  Sirus immediately retaliated and grabbed the wolfan by his furry mane. He answered, “Your woman? You have some explaining to do, and you’d better do it right now. I just saved your sorry hide so I could find out what you know about my niece, Amanda. She’s in great danger.”

  Karrick stared for a moment at the tall human male who was near eye level to him. Dark blue eyes, cold as ice, stared him down, demanding an answer. Karrick replied, “You must be Sirus Parker.”

  “Yes, and we don’t have time to fight or get into a pissing contest. My gut tells me she’s in danger and we don’t have time for bullshit.”

  The two let go of each other and stepped back.

  “I agree. Last I remember, we’d just eaten some dinner and about a half hour later, we were both feeling ill, really dizzy. Somehow, Amanda and I made it into the tent—”

  “Was there another wolfan with you?”

  “No.”

  “I can smell another wolfan’s scent mixed with your and Amanda’s. There’s a scent trail leading away from here that indicates the other wolfan left with Amanda. I think they headed toward the hills south of here.”

  “Shodan. It has to be that bastard, Shodan. How can you distinguish that it’s their scents? Humans lack that ability.”

  “Not everything is as it seems, wolfan. Can’t you smell them, too?”

  “No, not yet. Normally I would, but when I get exposed to spider dart, the reaction temporarily screws that up. You injected me with epinephrine, didn’t you?”

  “Oxyandrin, actually. Yes, I had to. You were in pretty bad shape.”

  “God, my balls hurt. That fucker Shodan must have kicked me,” Karrick groaned. “We’ve got to find them as soon as we can. Shodan will probably try to hurt her. How well can you scent their direction?”

  “Some, but I’m not blessed with the nose you wolfan have. I’m worried I might lead us on a false trail.”

  “Just get us started. The reaction’s dying down and I’m starting to pick up scents, but I don’t want to waste time. It’ll be a few minutes before I can pick up their trail.”

  Sirus and Karrick started on the trail that led down to the river, hoping they’d make it in time to rescue Amanda.

  * * * * *

  Shodan sifted through his stash of bottles and vials, looking for something that might wake Amanda so they could begin their fun. As he was about to measure out some Kava weed, he heard a soft moan from her. Deciding to forgo the drug, he instead let her come out of the deep sleep on her own while he rummaged through her backpack to amuse himself with the multitude of gadgetry treasures inside.

  He was so diverted by the microcomputer and the information he could find on it that he nearly missed Amanda trying to crawl out of the hut. Quickly, he swooped down on her naked form just as she got outside, pulling her back against him. She screamed and kicked as hard as she could, but he had her in an unbreakable hold from behind.

  “I love it when you fight me,” he whispered into her ear.

  She shuddered from the fear and screamed louder. “Karrick, Karrick, help me!”

  He laughed joyfully as he swung her around and back inside the hut. “He isn’t going to come rescue yo
u, you know. I took care of him for good, finally.”

  “What do you mean?” Amanda gasped.

  He continued to speak into her ear from behind, while he maneuvered her over to the bunched-up carpet and ropes he’d set aside for tonight’s entertainment. “I killed him, Amanda. He’ll never interfere with me again.”

  “What do you mean, you killed him?” she cried out in anguish.

  “Only that he’s asphyxiated by now from the spider dart paste I put in his mouth. I left him gasping in the tent and took you with me as my trophy.”

  Amanda couldn’t help the surge of hope that crept into her voice. “You don’t know for sure he’s dead then.”

  “It’s certain, Amanda. Halfway up here to my hideout, there’s a summit overlooking your campsite. When I got us to that point, I decided to take a little break and see if there was any activity around your tent.” He laughed, happiness making his voice a velvet murmur. “There was nothing. He’s dead, Amanda.”

  Amanda acted devastated when she heard this, but she had faith in the immunotherapy and secretly harbored her feelings of hope inside. She could not take the chance that Shodan might think Karrick was still alive. If he knew this, he’d likely go back and make sure he finished Karrick off.

  She gasped as she felt him pinch one of her nipples hard as he maneuvered her toward the pallet of carpet he had set up earlier. She could feel the largeness of his erection in the crevice of her backside as he held her tight against him. She could only hope that at some point, he loosened his grip on her enough that she could use her Aikido training to defend herself. As it was, she was unable to break the strength of his hold on her.

  Shodan knew what Amanda was capable of doing to him, having experienced her blows before when she kicked him repeatedly after his attack on Karrick by the river. He still had some tender spots and knew she might try something, so when he set up the ropes to hold her, they were already anchored to spikes he’d driven into the hard packed dirt and the loops already formed and half-knotted.

  He used his brute strength to force her to her knees facing the pallet and bent her over it. One hand at a time, he secured the loops around her wrists so her arms were stretched out far in front of her and her fingers were unable to unweave the knots.

  Shodan also had anchored ropes ready to tie around her knees and ankles, so that her legs were straddled apart and her rear at the precise height he wanted. He crouched over her, as if readying himself to enter her, but he was still just testing to make sure he set her bonds exactly as he wanted and to make sure they were tight and secure. “Perfect,” he concluded, moving back to lick the skin on the small of her back. He moaned deep in his throat, enjoying the salty taste of her skin.

  “Get away from me, you sick pervert,” she seethed at him, trying to buck him off of her.

  “You couldn’t be more perfect for me if you tried,” he said, his voice husky with passion. “I want you to fight me. You were magnificent when you fought me down by the river. When I come in you, I want you to know that I’ve conquered you in every way. You are the alpha to my alpha.…”

  Oh my god, she thought, he’s obsessed with me. She knew that even if she got away from him somehow, he’d do everything he could to track her down.

  He felt her tremble, and knew it was from fear. He knew that she now understood he intended to possess her in every way possible, and never let her go. He felt a surge of lustful triumph as he felt her shake with fright as he reached down to stroke her pussy.

  Inserting his fingertips into her folds, he realized that it wasn’t wet enough yet for the cock pounding he intended to give her. Inspiration hit and he got up to search through his belongings until he found a lubricating oil of his own making, a concoction that would make the thin skin of the genitals unbearably sensitive to touch. He had sometimes used it on himself, and when he did, he could come without even touching himself because even the slightest whisper of air was an intensely sensual caress to his sensitized cock.

  He covered his hand with a glove made out of a very thin waterproof material. The glove would keep the sensitizing oil from seeping into his skin. He didn’t want to be distracted by tingling fingers when he finally took her.

  Amanda wondered why he had crawled off of her and hoped that maybe something else would divert his attention from her. For every moment that passed, she felt she was a moment closer to finding a way to free herself.

  Shodan laughed evilly as he settled himself behind her. Amanda heard the sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle, and then she felt Shodan’s warm fingers, coated with some kind of oil, rubbing it onto her labia and then slowly rubbing it over and around her clitoris. She knew he was trying to arouse her and she felt satisfaction that she still had no desire for him or his touch, despite his ministrations.

  She heard more splashes from the bottle being applied to his fingers and felt him rubbing generous amounts of the oil over her vaginal entrance and even up to the crevice between her butt cheeks. He made a special point to rub the oil into her puckered anal opening and a stab of fear ran through her at the thought of him taking her there.

  She assumed the oil was just for lubrication when she suddenly began to feel the heat of it seeping into her tissues. Despite her resolve, her body began to betray her as she felt wetness building up from the intense stimulation of the oil on her vaginal nerve endings. She prayed that somehow Karrick would find her and rescue her before Shodan forced her to have an intense orgasm. She did not want his filthy touch to bring her the special joy that she felt should be reserved for her and Karrick.

  * * * * *

  Karrick’s ability to follow Amanda and Shodan’s scent improved dramatically within a few minutes and Sirus was glad to see that he hadn’t put the two of them on a false trail. His relief was palpable and Karrick patted him on the back while they strode quickly in the direction Shodan went. “You did well Sirus, to get us this far. How is it that you could follow the scents? Somehow, you must be more than human.”

  “Why would I tell you, when I don’t even know your name, yet?”

  “I’m Karrick. Karrick Logan.”

  “Alexander and Bethan’s son?”

  “Yes.”

  Sirus laughed and Karrick looked over at him, seeing the grin break out on the human’s face.

  “I knew they weren’t dead. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, I knew deep inside me that they were alive, somehow, somewhere.”

  “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “Tell you what, wolfan, you tell me why you’re calling my niece ‘your woman?’ I want to know what the hell my niece is to you.”

  “Amanda and I are mated and we plan to be bonded two days from now, with you as an honored guest.”

  “Hell, that was some pretty fast work!”

  “I fell in love with her immediately. She is my alpha mate.”

  “Well, I’m not surprised that she took to you. She’s been enamored of wolfan since she was a toddler. All those stories my brother used to tell her didn’t help either,” he mentioned irascibly.

  “Some things are just meant to be.”

  “Perhaps you’re right.”

  “You’re changing the subject, Sirus. I’m curious about you. You look human but smell different. There’s something naggingly familiar about your scent.”

  “I’ll tell you later,” he said dismissively. “Have you a plan for what we’re going to do when we reach them?”

  “We need to see where he’s holed up first, and find a way to roust him out.”

  “Agreed. I brought some weapons with me. Once we see how things lie, we can use the most effective ones,” Sirus replied.

  They alternated running and then walking fast, changing the pace to keep their muscles from overtiring during the trek. Sirus noticed a distinct undertone to the scent they were following from the wolfan male, Shodan. Something about the odor bothered him.

  “Do you have any idea what he intends to do to her?” he as
ked Karrick.

  “I didn’t before, but I do now. I can smell his musk. He intends to rape her,” Karrick replied, his voice shaking with rage.

  “If he even touches her, I’ll kill him myself,” Sirus vowed.

  “He’s already dead and doesn’t know it yet. If he’s raped her, or done anything to harm her permanently, I will kill him on the spot. If we’re in time and she’s unharmed, I know of a place to exile him that would make Hell look like a pleasant vacation,” Karrick said with cold satisfaction.

  “Why not kill him anyway? He deserves to die.”

  “By wolfan law, we don’t kill, but instead exile the offender. It’s our way. Shodan was already exiled from our valley for six months but he didn’t honor the sentence. That alone will force his exile to somewhere far away where he’ll never be able to come back. If he fights, I can kill him in the fight and no one will care. It’s our right to fight to the death. But if he survives or doesn’t fight, neither I nor anyone else in the pack can execute him. It’s not the wolfan way.”

  “Forget the wolfan way. Be practical. If you don’t kill him, there’s always the chance the fucker will come back to get you or Amanda,” Sirus said, heatedly. “Hell, I’ll kill him, myself. That way we don’t have to worry about this wolfan pack law shit.”

  Karrick stopped abruptly and grabbed Sirus by the arm. “We’ll deal with that, later. Look ahead, that’s where he is.”

  At the moment Karrick pointed out Shodan’s location, Sirus opened his mind to the emotions coming from the hut. He had shut his mind deliberately before, once he sensed Amanda was still alive and unharmed. He couldn’t allow his empathic sensory input to cloud his mind with fear and dull his ability to find a way to save her.

  Sirus closed his eyes, focusing on Amanda. “He’s enraptured by her, he wants to mate with her. I feel lust coming off him in waves. She’s fighting him but he’s done something to her, as if she’s been given a drug or something, to make her want sex against her will.”